Xiaowen pursed his lips, his face sullen. "They asked to borrow money from me, and I said I didn't have any."
"They didn't believe me and insisted on going through my backpack. That's how the fight started."
As for why Xiaowen had cash, Lin Jiajun had explained that last month, his son had spent a thousand yuan—his entire lunch money for the month—on a mobile game. Furious, Lin Jiajun had swapped his smartphone for a basic phone for the elderly and started giving him cash in hundred-yuan increments, telling him not to ask for more until it was gone. He'd get the smartphone back only when he cleaned up his act. Lin Jiajun himself had wasted a lot of money on food and entertainment when he was young. He was determined not to let his son follow in his footsteps and wanted to nip this bad habit in the bud.
Lin Feng asked the other three kids, "Did you try to rob him of his money?"
